Ah, I'm jealous! Congrats to everyone with amorous herps. I introduced my female to my male (he's a nightmare to handle, and she's... well, she's not a dream, unless it's a dream fueled by several illegal substances, but she's definetly easier), and all that's happened is she's been following him around and trying to sit on him. He is apparently unimpressed by the forwardness of modern women.
Ah, he's just discovered two things: A) that trying to hide in a box won't fool a determined girl, and B) six metres of olive can't comfortably fit into a wine box...
